DAY 7
dverse...irony
he was door knocking
pamphlet dropping
'Save our Planet'
almost invisible
in a cloud of cigarette smoke
DAY 1
it's april fools day
court jesters and silliness
should be more of it
DAY 2
"slowly silently now the moon"
in slow enunciated cut glass diction
third grade poetry recitaton
black serge rosary beaded swans
glide up the aisles of school bags
DAY 3
fear of the unknown
makes some stick
to the road
living limits
playing it safe
others are curious
cannot ignore
the yearning
to find out what is
around that bend
whether we stay
whether we go
there is only
that ever fixed mark
that looks on tempests tossed
"a star to every wandering bark"
DAY 4
poetry jam
one small finger
to keep out the north sea
tsunami at the gate
he saves the day
unlike the fairy tale
one crack appears
then others will follow
shattering the dyke
to smithereens
a lot of little fingers
will work as stoppers
for a while
bandaids and blu tak
lots of chitter chatter
from the government
giving assurances
until
an unforgiving mother nature
takes revenge
and with mighty force
eventually
has her way with us
DAY 5
i miss my imaginary friend
who never was at all
he's just a wicked tease
entices gals with ease
but when it comes to the crunch
he's pretty much out to lunch
he seemed to really like me but
refused to ever write me
so i'm saying goodbye to steve
he can flit around be peeved
with his imaginary mates in tow
whoosh - up into the cosmos he goes
DAY 6
Cinquain
oh dear
i'm being watched
is it a friend or foe
it's something i will never know
tant pis
I agree - 'tis the season to be silly.
ReplyDeleteYou do silly well:)
DeleteDo not become familiar we with me, my good women, charming Mistress of this august poetry space. We have not yet been introduced.
DeleteI am the 'umble Maccus, an itinerant and unemployed fool, on falling welfare benefit.
But I like being familiar with you macho curiosity!
Deleteah i am always looking forward to whatever is around the next bend...
ReplyDeleteGood for you...what makes you interesting:)
DeleteAlways looking forward to what's around the bend from you!
ReplyDeleteOK...flattery will get you everywhere especially with me ,my new favourite American poet:)
DeleteHa, I think we all will find out what is around the next bend. We are carried along the road whether we want to go or not. Smiles!
ReplyDeleteOh not necessarily so...I have a little birdy friend who will sit in the middle of that road no matter what:)
DeleteBirds have wings - the sky has no bends. When walking, follow the straight and narrow path.
DeleteDeep:)
Deletesoar above the road,
Deletediscern the wood, not just trees,
play amidst the breeze
life takes us on a journey,, thank you for sharing yours
ReplyDeleteI like your comparison with the fairytale. Nicely done. Could there be a happy ending? Nice take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteLook at the weather patterns!
DeleteI wonder if I really wish to know what's round the bend? Excellent post. Thank you for it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dave.
Deleteback for your jam...will our fingers be able to hold back nature? def not forever, if she lets us even for a bit i think nature is just toying with us...
ReplyDeleteNature will have her way!
DeleteEnjoyed what you wrote for Poetry Jam. Yes, wouldn't it be nice if it a little boy really could hold back the North Sea......and yes, it does seem that we find out eventually that we cannot outsmart (for long) Mother Nature! Cracks eventually work their way through.
ReplyDeleteCressida, A clever take on the prompt! You are absolutely right, there's no stopping mother nature-we Floridians know that a little too well! And you were right about my poem too, change of heart:-)
ReplyDeleteHa...Thanks!
DeleteA wonderful display. Happy Natl Poetry month!
ReplyDeleteLikewise...Thanks!
DeleteThese are great and you've inspired me to jump on board for national poetry month. The ironic poem is so perfect. I don't like to offend but I couldn't help but think of Gore flying around in his private jet.
ReplyDeleteAh please join in...it's fun though gets a little tiring towards the end of the month (haiku time and micro poems:)!
DeletePS
You could never be offensive Victoria.
ha and not counting all the trash created in his pamphlets blowing off the door hands...or all the trees killed...
ReplyDeleteToo true Brian!
DeleteI hate trash of any kind, specially cig smoke and stubs ~
ReplyDeleteVery good posts, I see you are determined to write all through the month ~ Good luck and cheers ~
Ha yes I will write every day..Thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove the irony of the smoking environmentalist :-) And all the reprocessed trees he was dropping through people's doors; people who probably prefer their trees green and brown, leafy and alive.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the rest of NaPoWriMo
Thank you..Old growth trees are being destroyed at an alarming rate on the planet ...Poets can only keep on writing about it hoping someone will notice!
DeleteThanks Susan...
ReplyDeleteHad a wonderful laugh at the expense of the queen. Very well written. Humorous poetry, that is an extra challenge!
ReplyDeletePleased you enjoyed this one!
ReplyDeleteNice collection of poetry--and congrats for keeping up with the prompts. I enjoyed them all==especially the thread of humor woven through.
ReplyDeleteGreetings. I am here commenting from Verse First, looking for the color poem; and it is hard to locate if one comes a few days later. Sigh. I guess I can use the top poem which mentions the color WHITE, though it is probably not the one.... This poem makes me laugh. I can picture this guy, his type. A dashing 'gent' for sure.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine for Verse First (color): http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2013/04/gray.html